My son, Fusu, please abdicate the first emperor!

Chapter 841 Do you have integrity?

Hu Wujing was scolding and cursing, while the Young Secretary of the Interior was trembling with fear and even crying out of grievance.

"Does it have to be this way?"

Hu Wujing looked at the newcomer and felt that he was hopeless.

He is 65 years old, but in very good spirits.

He squinted his eyes impatiently, stroked his beard which was as dry as hay stubble, held the bamboo slips in one hand and held a magnifying glass in the other, and continued to check slowly and leisurely.

The lighting conditions in the palace are not very good. The old man originally cherished his eyes very much and did not study very hard, for fear that his eyes would become blurry and he would not be able to read when he got old.

Then the second emperor of Qin came along and invented all kinds of mirrors, telescopes, and magnifying glasses. With these gadgets, the old man naturally became unscrupulous.

He wished he didn't have to eat two meals a day, and didn't have to sleep, and could just read and study every day.

There are many good books in the Shangshu Terrace of the Great Qin Dynasty. The more you read them over and over again, the more you will appreciate their flavor.

By reading a book, you can gain a lot of wisdom from ancient sages.

He flipped through the "Book of Shang" which he had read no less than a hundred times, and couldn't help but smile.

"Please tell me more and give me more advice. I will be very grateful." The young historian said while kneeling on the ground.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Hu Wujing raised his eyes and saw that the boy was still there.

Hu Wujing has experienced so many people and so many things, and this guy looks two-faced at first glance.

Why? If he was just asking for advice, there would be no need to be so polite. It was obvious that he had something to hide, so he acted without any sense of propriety.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Hu Wujing closed the Book of Shang, "Although I have been in this Shangshutai all the time, I haven't been to many places, and haven't met many people."

"But my head is filled with all the books in the world. Although I don't go out, I know everything about the world."

Hu Wujing looked at the young internal historian and asked, "Do you believe it?"

"I believe it. I believe it completely." Shao Nei Shi answered without hesitation.

Hu Wujing couldn't help but stare at the boy with wide eyes. He saw his future as the snowy peaks on a mountain in spring.

Shao Nei Shi was full of distrust towards Hu Wujing. Hu Wujing had already told him what to do, but he was still afraid and wanted to find out the truth.

The previous Junior Secretary of the Interior died a miserable death.

This is what happens when you get involved in political power struggles.

No one would think that after a Junior Nei Shi like Xin died, the next Crown Prince of the Qin Empire would meet a Junior Nei Shi better than Xin.

Even if this really happens, will the new Junior Secretary still be devoted to the prince and raise him like his own son?
Poor human beings, either they leave problems between generations or they hurt each other within the same generation.

Shao Nei Shi didn't believe Hu Mujing's words at all. He only believed what he saw and heard.

So far, the words of the saints have not had any effect at all.

Being a loyal official, he will only end up dying in the palace.

On the contrary, those villains who are not proactive in their work and just want to get by all day are more trusted by those bigwigs, because all they think about is that their subordinates are weaker and more incompetent than themselves, so that they can guarantee their absolute status.

Hu Wujing said that he could understand everything, but the Shao Nei Shi naturally didn't want to believe it.

If he really understood, he wouldn't be sitting on the bench here.

The young internal historian did not have much awe for the job of historian. On the contrary, he inherited his father's career and felt that this job was hard and tiring. If he could retire safely, he would consider his life good.

He is just a small person who is not willing to think or do much.

It's a pity to have such a job, following a child around and recording his eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, sleeping, and even his poop, pee and fart.

In short, after becoming the Junior Internal Affairs Secretary, the last bit of good fantasy he had about this profession was shattered in his heart.

It was too boring. He didn't understand the point of recording all the shit and piss of the prince.

He didn't understand the significance of the prince saying something wrong, he was just a little brat.

If it is recorded, then it will become dark history.

This child looked confused in front of the emperor, but when he was in front of the emperor emeritus, he became lively and active, daring to say and do anything.

It can be seen that the prince has learned to play dumb.

Who among those who can become emperor is a good person?

Since ancient times, human hearts are unpredictable. Shao Nei Shi really couldn't imagine what kind of mentality this man with melancholy eyes had in telling everyone that he had a lively personality.

Although the Junior Secretary is young, inexperienced, uninformed, without responsibility or mission, he is definitely not a fool since he can be the Junior Secretary.

The prince's character, behavior, everything about him is very confusing.

The Shao Nei Shi was afraid that this guy was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, and when he succeeded to the throne in the future, he would turn around and harm him.

But thinking carefully about himself, he didn't dare to offend the prince at all. It was outsiders who asked him to do it.

"Taishi Ling, you know a lot, why don't you tell me more."

"I really don't know what to do. Please give me some advice, Grand Historian."

"Didn't I already tell you that you should write exactly what the prince does?" Hu Wujing was so helpless.

He squinted.

He clearly remembered that he looked through the almanac this morning and today was an auspicious day, so how come he came across such a little thing when he turned around.

It’s not that this kid doesn’t understand what he says, but that he is unwilling to do what he says.

This kid looks confused. Either he is really stupid or there is another reason.

Hu Wujing stroked his beard. The dry beard had been stroked over the years and seemed to be shining if you looked closely.

He couldn't help but ask earnestly, "What's wrong with the young people of this generation? They don't even have the most basic integrity. When I was with the emperor, there was nothing I didn't dare to write."

"If all Chinese historians were as timid and cowardly as you are, I tell you, there would be no real history in China from now on."

Hu Wujing pointed at the Shao Nei Shi with the bamboo slips.

"You are the sinner of the world."

"The historians of our generation have explained everything that should be explained and done everything that can be done, but what about you? What about your generation?"

“History is not a story for future generations to read, but a lesson for them to learn and avoid getting into the muddy waters we have gone through.”

"Being a historian is different from other jobs. A historian is not only responsible to the current emperor, but also to the people of the world today. He is also responsible to the people of the future, to the future generations."

"As for other tasks, it's much simpler. You just need to consider the present."

"Do you understand the burden you bear?"

The Shao Nei Shi was a little impatient. He had heard these words hundreds of times.

He just wants to live a good life, for he is afraid of dying young.

"Senior, I came to you to ask for your advice on how to record. I understand your teachings."

Hu Wujing didn't expect that the young man would dare to talk back, "Clear? What do you know? Your mind is full of confusion."

"I tell you, if you knew, you wouldn't ask such a stupid question."

"I know, I know that we have a great responsibility. But have you ever thought about it, His Majesty? The prince will grow up sooner or later."

"For adults like us, this is not a small matter. But for a child like the prince, this is such a blatant punishment. What if the prince feels ashamed of it?"

"Wouldn't that mean I would have to sacrifice my future?"

Not only is the young man not wrong, but he also acts in a very reasonable and well-reasoned manner and has planned for his future.

Hu Wujing stood up suddenly, picked up the bamboo slips and threw them at the unfilial son. The clerks beside him were stunned.

Shao Nei Shi was Hu Wujing's youngest son. He was the least outstanding child in the family, and it was Hu Wujing who arranged for him to have this job.

"Future? Your future? Can your personal future be as important as the future of millions of people in the world?"

"I can't even protect myself, how can I have the time to do things for the millions of people in the world!?"

The young man had a straight spine, a high nose bridge, and his narrow eyes were full of anger.

"I can't even protect myself, why should I protect others!?"

"Why should I sacrifice myself for others?"

As Feng Wuzhe listened, a feeling of disgust welled up in his heart.

"Listen, listen, that's just your magnanimity. Let me tell you, the historian may look like he is holding a pen, but what he is doing is a great achievement that will last for generations. He may be resting on bamboo slips, but his neck has long been hung on the beam."

"Although those eunuchs may seem mighty and brave in the battlefield, as historians, their entire families' lives hang on their swords."

"I've told you since the day you became a historian. If you become a historian, don't expect to not offend anyone. If you don't want to offend anyone, don't become a historian."

"What the historian upholds is his conscience and his integrity."

“Ask yourself, do you have integrity?”

The young man said nothing, his cheekbones protruding high. "The fortune teller said that I was born to be in power and will achieve great things in the future."

"Bah! You are such a coward that you don't even dare to write the truth."

"That's because you don't understand." Hu Huang raised his head and shouted loudly.

I don’t know when, those clerks disappeared and the door was closed.

There were only a father and his son in the library of the Shangshutai.

In fact, there were not many people in the library. It was a den of filth and corruption. Palace maids, eunuchs, and guards who had affairs loved to come here.

More than ten years ago, there was a fat man who served as the Lower Pillar of the State in the Shangshu Tai, and was specifically responsible for managing books.

But this job is to manage books. There are many people in the world who love money and power as their life, and who are greedy for beauty, but there are not many people who are greedy for books.

As the Lower Pillar State, he dealt with books every day. That Lower Pillar State spent his days reading books, and thus he became well-educated and his temperament became better and better.

Later he became today's Minister of Agriculture.

But after him, few people came to the library.

The class stratification in the empire became increasingly serious, and those who could hold official positions in the Xianyang Palace were basically children from wealthy families.

Everyone has a study at home with hundreds of books, but no one comes to this library.

Those who want to read books cannot enter the library, but those who can enter the library have no shortage of these books.

Such a large library gradually became a family battlefield between the historian and his son.

Yes, this was ancient times.

To be honest, there were no such convenient conditions. The father and son served together in the palace and could only go home once a month at most. They were usually busy with official duties and had no chance to meet.

Especially for the middle class, the family has land, property, servants, and everything needs to be taken care of. Children are not raised by their fathers when they are young, and basically have to go through a process of herding on their own fields or in the mountains.

The gap between fathers and sons and between generations among Chinese people have existed for a long time.

Seeing his son being so disrespectful to him, his mind was full of money, power, and having children.

The old man was filled with disappointment.

In his opinion, his father was isolated and left alone in this shabby place just because he wrote the truth.

The emperor and his ministers would only call him out when they needed him and let him do his own things.

Once his talents have been fully utilized, let him return to the Secretariat.

Treat him like a cow, and after you've squeezed out the milk, put him back in the fence.

This has been done for decades.

There is no chance to succeed at all.

Not only does being a historian mean there is no future, but it is also easy to die.

Hu Huang was fed up with his father's spirit of sacrificing himself to write such a crappy book. He was committing suicide.

He can't even manage himself and can't take care of himself. He has been an official for many years, but he still sleeps on a tattered mat. Others are sleeping on blankets from the Western Regions, but he is still living a dull life.

Hu Wujing and Hu Huang hated each other.

"You are going to rebel, aren't you?"

"The current emperor said that we should not be too rigid about old customs. Even if it is what father said, it is not necessarily correct."

Hu Wujing was stunned at first, then sneered, "Then do you know why I want you to write the truth?"

Hu Huang frowned, "It's all for your righteousness."

"Wrong, it's for your majesty, for the Qin State. To save your life."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"You only care about the little things and not the big things. Let me ask you, whose son is the prince?"

“Under the bright sky.”

"Why does your majesty want to punish the prince?"

Hu Huang wanted to say something, but he was still afraid. He stood there for a long time without saying a word.

"Go ahead, there's no one else here."

"I think Your Majesty is making a big fuss. The prince is just a child after all. Why impose so many responsibilities on him?"

"What did you say you?"

"I've told you everything. Even if I tell you, you still don't understand. Why do you want me to tell you more?" Hu Huang felt that there was not much point in asking this so-called father. It would be better for him to just let the matter go.

"The Crown Prince is the future Emperor of Qin. His Majesty attaches great importance to the Crown Prince, which is why he treats him so differently."

"You don't write this down. You think you are protecting the prince. In fact, you are indulging him. If His Majesty knows about this, you will be punished by His Majesty."

"Parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. If you want to keep your job, do your duty as a historian and write truthfully."

"You want to serve the prince? Humph, let me tell you, first you should understand the current emperor's mind."

"How could I not know your little tricks?"

As he spoke, Hu Wujing sat down on his seat weakly and dejectedly.

"Go back to where you came from."

Hu Huang looked at his white-haired father. He wanted to support his father, but his hands were frozen in the air.

'never mind. '

With such a voice coming out of his mind, Hu Huang didn't say anything, but opened the door and walked out.

When opening the door, young Hu Huang saw a young beauty wearing a green robe and with delicate features.

At first glance, he seemed nothing special, but upon closer inspection, I discovered that this person had delicate and exquisite features, and was just the right size.

The sudden appearance of the beauty made Hu Huang stand still, his heart pounding.

Of course, he also suddenly realized that this woman had eavesdropped on their conversation between father and son.

(End of this chapter)